Perplexity on P1/2 (Parson's Cove Mysteries)

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Author: Sharon Rose
murdered right here in Parson’s Cove.” He stepped up to me and placed his finger on my chest. “What I would like to know is how do you know who was murdered, right here in Parson’s Cove?”
         Scully and Jim, our always alert and conscientious deputies, moved closer. I could swear there was a smirk on Scully’s lips. Reg, on the other hand, was not smiling. His lips were curled and his breathing was not what I would consider normal. No wonder the man has high blood pressure.
         “What’s going on here, Mabel?” he growled. “If you think this is some kind of joke, you know I won’t hesitate for one moment to lock you up for mischief. You know that, don’t you? I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.” He removed his finger from my chest, placed his hands on his hips and glowered.
         Reg can be quite intimidating when he wants to be. After all, I’m barely over five feet tall and he’s over six. He’s also hefty. For a man who should be retired, I imagine he could still throw a mean punch. With that thought in mind, I backed up against the door.
         He continued, “This woman is not from Parson’s Cove. Trust me, Miss Wickles, you do not know her. You have never seen her before in your life. Do you understand me?”
          “But that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Yes, I have seen her before. You won’t let me get a word in. I do know that woman. I went to the morgue and had a look.”
         I thought his eyes would pop out of his head. Scully and Jim, on the other hand, replaced their smirks with unadulterated adoration.
         “You what?” he bellowed. His face turned a brighter shade of red and a vein in his neck started to pulsate.
         “I went to the morgue and had a look.”
         “I know what you said.” He closed his eyes and ran his hand over his balding head. “All right,” he said with a sigh. “Who is this woman? And, I suppose while I’m at it, I should ask if you already know who killed her?” The last sentence he said wearing a mordant smirk on his lips.
         “Of course, I don’t know who killed her. How would I know that? I can tell you her name though - it’s Grace Hobbs. She won a trip to Las Vegas too. The same one I was on.”
         The three stood and gaped at me.
         “Now, Reg,” I said. “Do you believe that my life might be in danger too? That the message on my machine is threatening? That perhaps, there’s a madman out there, killing everyone who won that trip?” My legs felt wobbly. “Do you think I’ll be the next one to have a bullet through the brain?”

 
    Chapter Five
     
         When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the cot in the cell. Reg stood over me, looking very concerned and waving a magazine in front of my face.
         “Would you stop that, Reg?” I said. “You almost hit me with that thing.”
         Jim pushed in front of Reg with a glass of water. “Here, Mabel, take a drink.” He lifted the back of my head with one hand and put the glass to my lips.
         I grabbed the glass and struggled to sit up. “I can drink by myself, Jim. What do you want to do? Drown me?”
         Water was just what I needed. I took my time and emptied the glass. The three stood watching, not saying a word.
         “What happened?” I asked.
         All three started talking at once.
         “Shut up, you two,” Reg yelled. He turned to me. “You passed out, Mabel, but don’t worry, we called Dr. Fritz and he’ll be here any minute.”
         I stood up, feeling a bit shaky but not shaky enough to be prodded by Fritzy.
         “I’m not waiting for him,” I said. “Flori will be at the shop with breakfast. She’ll be worried sick about me. I’m fine.”
         Reg clasped his hand around my wrist. “Sorry, but you aren’t going anywhere. Sit right down there. Scully, you get hold of Flori and tell her where Mabel is.”
        
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